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Post by Rinisa on 3/31/2011, 12:29 pm

Ivy looked down at her three children nervously. "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, it's not too late to just head home..." She offered, knowing not a one of them would agree. Rex was already off in his own thoughts, so she turned to the twins.

"No way Mo-...Ivy!" Calantha, the elder of the twins, scoffed. She figured if she was a hero now, she could call her Mom by her hero name, too. "This is going to be it!" She looked up at the tower and the other surrounding teens. "This is going to be our greatest adventure!"

"I will always be Mom to you." Ivy cried, feeling as if her children had already left her. "Just be careful, okay?"

"Yeah, Mom." Canace replied, tugging on a stray thread of her costume. Her mother wasn't the best seamstress but she personally liked the costume. It reminded her eeriely of that 2000's hero, Ice or whatever.

"Remember the the three rules of fighting." Ivy stressed.
"One, never take a hit you don't have to." Calantha started, rolling her eyes.
"Two, always strike when and where they least expect it." Canace continued.
"Three, you're never alone on the team, so don't act like it." The said in unison.

Ivy couldn't help it. She leaned down and hugged both of them tightly. Tears were threatening to fall. "Matt, let's go. Please. If I'm here for one more second I'll shove them all back into the car myself." She mumbled, turning to her husband wearily.

Calantha smiled. She said it before, she'd say it again. This was it. This was her time. She could still remember playing safari years ago in her mom's garden. It was pretend back then. But it wasn't pretend now. It was her dream to join a team like this, like her parents had. And now, it wasn't just a dream any more. "Call me Heatwave."

Canace was trying her best not to look to concerned with anything, when underneath she was falling apart. Too soon! Too soon! If anyone was ready for something like this, it was her sister. Not her. But it felt beyond her control to stop anything that was happening to her. This was it. This was her new adventure, becoming a crimefighter in Metropolis. Whether she wanted to or not.

"Hey." Heatwave nudged her and whispered, "Don't worry. Big bro's here, and I'm here. I promise, this whole thing will be worth it. You're just overthinking things. This is gonna be totally awesome! Don't be such a twip...Blizzard."

Blizzard gave a genuine grin at her new alias. "I won't. It's just...gonna take some getting used to. The pressure of doing good and all..."

Then she spotted some old friends. Lyan, Aurelia. Her cousins Apollo and Casey.
"Well, maybe not as much as I had thought."
"Sweet! It's like a bonus, being on a team with these guys. I'll be able to prank 'em more often!"

(This feels so...hollow compared to all of your posts. But, still, finally! The wait's over! =D )

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Vandal on 3/31/2011, 3:31 pm

(This feels so...hollow compared to all of your posts. But, still, finally! The wait's over! =D )
(What are you talking about you have a great post! I can't post my main character until the RP day is over ;-;...)

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Tizmael on 3/31/2011, 8:46 pm

Most of the time; in the military life style, no one ever really has the luxury of complaining, at least not the grunts anyway. You don't get to whine about the way things turn out, or the commands of your superiors (As stupid and asshole-ish as they can be). No, you soldier on and you keep your mouth shut. For justice.


f*ck that.


Sullivan Mariah Danver had every right to complain. The only thing that kept her from doing so aloud was the superior officer jetting along just ahead of her. If she were to voice her opinion on this 'mission' she would only get a snide remark, then a fight and eventually awkward, angry silence. Sully wasn't sure if she should be proud that she managed to give Guy Gardner the same treatment he gave everyone else and have it actually effect him. But then again, unlike most people; Sullivan actually liked Guy Gardner.


The young cadet could really think of nothing she would like better then to throw her little indignant tantrum. Hal was old enough to let her rant at him and take it all with a wry, knowing smile. Kyle was still young enough to agree with her on most of it. And Kilowag well....He'd smack her in the head and remind her who she was and what she stood for. But Guy, he didn't take sh*t, and that's all she wanted to fling at the moment. Copious amounts of angry, petulant sh*t. So to preoccupy her slowly increasing frustrastion, Sullivan simply continued to go over the slightly crumpled invitation that Green Lantern; Kyle Rayner had bestowed upon her.


How could this have happened? Life had been so simple and easy before. Shades of black and white. But now, everything was complicated, twisting ever changing, verdant green. How could she not comply with this invitation? She knew, just like every other kid from earth, who the Titans had been, what it might be like to be one. But Sully, she had her job, she had her creed. But the Guardians had requested it, which in itself was a very momentous occurance. They had requested it. They normally just told her to do something, but they had spoken of the importance of Sector 2814 and it's safety. She was human, she was an Earthling, but before all that she was the Corps. She could not deny them, nor the bubble of excitement at the prospect of going home.


But it seemed, the farther Sullivan got from Oa, the more she regretted her initial eagerness to accept the invitation. The words on the page seemed so cold and indifferent now, almost aloof in how much the acceptance of said simple piece of paper would effect her life. She had already switched cultures once, she could only hope switching back would be like riding a bike.


With a burst in her speed, Sullivan lowered the letter to her side. Her own thin streak of green in the blue sky bowling forward to match pace with her escort. Green eyes shifted once orange red flashed in her peripherl vision. He looked older now, the lines of stress and anger showed on his face though he still looked as youthful as he did before she was even contemplated for the Corp. He was ignoring her on purpose. Guy Gardner knew anger, it was sorta his thing, and she was pissed.


" I hate this,Guy."


Aaaannd there it was. He knew she'd mention it eventually. He had sorta hoped she'd be too scared of his retort to bring it up. But much like Sully, luck never was kind to him. The Numero Uno Lantern gave a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes until he was looking right back at her. Just up ahead was the Solar Tower, it's shiny metal and reflective glass glistening ahead like a great golden obelisk. But that was easily lost to the Lantern and his charge.


" You're the one who was thinkin' it'd be hot sh*t to be a Titan, Sull."


"Still do, but I hate this....I should be on Oa....Becoming a real Green Lantern."


The two roared to a halt, at almost a hundred yards above the gathered group below. Sully jerked her head back, arms crossed over her chest (or under it), chin cocked up and bright eyes narrowed to glare intently at her equally irate superior. Guy on the other hand, learned to disguise his anger as smug behavior. Tora hated it. The older Lantern's mouth was curved into a clenched grin, his brows furrowed as he leered over the cadet.He did like to rile her, but they didn't have time for a fight, it'd have to wait till much later.


" Field experience Babe. Field Experience"


" f*ck you! That is the lamest thing I have ever heard!"


"Tsk!Brat!"


Guy reached over and cuffed the girl in the head, casting her a exhastperated look before jerking his head down and descending in one quick plummet. Sullivan cast him a wry glance, reaching up to rub the top of her head where she was bopped, before a grumpy smile spread across her features. She looked down at the ground as Guy landed right in the thick of the group, her smile turned down in an instant, features hardening as he was passive aggressively trying to annoy her. Leave it to him to want to be in the center of a group he didn't know.

Sullivan rolled her eyes and rocked her head from side to side before descending down after him. She held her head high, her eyes not looking at anyone, just the building ahead. As she touched down next to Guy, She shifted easily into attention, back rigid and shoulders squared. Sullivan wanted to look mean, she wasn't there to make friends.

She was there to be a Titan.


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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Vandal on 3/31/2011, 11:04 pm

Dick tried his hardest not to talk about business anymore, he had to go home. He was already doing several hours of overtime; yet he was glad one of his finest operatives volunteered to babysit Alice and Bruce. Though Dick was never one to miss little details, Nicole was able to do an autopsy on Dent before results could come out, Dent's body is in Gotham, therefore Nicole is in Gotham. Though it didn't take deduction skills to know that, Dick could easily track the line with the push of a button. Damn, technology is good. He wanted to avoid talk about Batman Incorporated, and if he could go one phone call without mentioning it once, he would call it a victory. Dick saw every day made up of little battles. And with little battles came tiny victories.

"Have you given any more thought to joining the company?"

Most of the times you lose those battles. Dick wanted to slam his head against the desk knowing that Nicole might hang up the second he brought up Batman Incorporated. He kept himself from doing that. Another tiny victory for Dick Grayson, ladies and gentlemen. "Look, I just wanted to say that we have invaluable resources that can aide you with the search for Dent's murderer. I'm not using this opportunity to coerce you into joining Batman Inc. I'm doing it because I still see you as my daughter, and... I only want what's best for you. Please Nicole... reconsider my offer."

Dick foresaw events happening to him before they even happened, came up with other scenarios in his head, tried rewinding the time and seeing how it might have turned out. It was something that would grow onto you the longer you were around Barbara Grayson. Formerly Gordon. Dick saw himself hanging up the phone and heading home and not talking to Nicole for another two or three months, despite the fact she was in Gotham. The only thing that kept those two together anymore was Damian, and God knows where he is.


The water swayed back and forth, his body washed up to the shore. Sand stuck to Damian's face as he searched for his mask. Head pounding, heart throbbing, he couldn't remember where he was, or what he was doing. All he could currently think about was the barrel pushing against his cheek. A man telling him in a different language to get up. Though he mastered several other languages before he could have swore the man was speaking English, though he clearly wasn't. Damian nodded and got up, feeling dizzier than he was face down on the floor. Damian told the man not to shoot in his foreign language, in which the man cuffed him and told him to walk forward. The sun was bright, he was in a different land, and a different time zone than he was the night before. The night before he was halfway across the world, yelling at someone for information. Intel that this Korean man wanted now. At least he was certain that's why he was taking him to this distant place. His chopper was crashed; he was flying it, right into the sea. It was all coming to now. Damian was forced into an APC with men all aiming guns at his head, the head with all the intel; no way they were going to kill him... yet.

Damian was strapped to a chair, the bonds couldn't hold him, but if he showed signs of struggling, he anticipated that would only lead to more bullets in his body than he cared for. It was classic, dark room, wet floors; it was a cell that couldn't meet the requirements for a health inspector if their lives depended on it. He wasn't the only one in the room; the Korean soldiers dragged more prisoners in the room, only passing by. One of them was a woman. She was crying and kicking her feet on the ground, slipping on what seemed to be a mixture of blood, dirt, and oil. They were dragging her by her hair, her face was covered in dirt and mud, her entire body was dirty, and she smelled as if the men were pissing on her. That isn't such a wild guess as you might think.

"Mistah... Renard." The Big Cheese of the group caught his attention, looking through his wallet. The Fake ID said Tim Lenard.
"You seem to have knawridge of the Beeg Deeper Prans."
Damian looked dead into his eyes and pretended not to understand the man's broken English.
"If you make this any more difficurlt, we wirr be forssed to torture, Mistah Renard." Damian still sat there, ocean water in his eyes, starring dead ahead.
"Okay, first off don't attempt to talk to me in English ever again, you only butcher the dialect and make a mockery of the English language. Next, it’s Lenard, not Renard. Lastly, I speak Korean."

The Big Cheese sat back and smirked, clearly insulted, yet surprised at Damian's answer. Sounds from the other room could be heard. She was screaming, she couldn't stop screaming. Once it started, it wasn't going to end. The Big Cheese didn't think anything of it, it just seemed to be one of those things that happened around the place, yet the woman's screams wracked in Damian's head, he didn't even hear the man talking to him in Korean. Through terror filled screams The Big Cheese asked in Korean: "I need you to tell me what you know of The Big Dipper Project."

"I'm sorry sir, but you're wasting your time with me." Damian replied back to him in his language.
"I'm afraid we must get that intel. Your life depends on it."
"Well you're just going to have to kill me then."
"We'll let you think about it."
"What are they doing to the woman?"
"They're trying her out. Now I'm curious, is this your mask?"

The Korean Officer held up Damian's mask, and placed it on the table.

"Yes sir."
"Just what are you supposed to be anyway? What's with the symbol on your chest? Who do you think you are?"
"I am Batman."

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Rinisa on 4/1/2011, 6:33 pm

Mercy wrote:
(This feels so...hollow compared to all of your posts. But, still, finally! The wait's over! =D )
(What are you talking about you have a great post! I can't post my main character until the RP day is over ;-;...)

(Thanks. And, the wait to see Gale only tells me you have an epic opening ready for her, I assume? )

"Check out the pissed off green bean." Heatwave murmured, nudging her sister and nodding towards Sullivan. In an attempt to show she meant business, too, she flipped her fingers around and ended up with a small flame in her hands. She had spent most of the summer figuring out how to hide her lighter up her sleeve and then use it without anyone seeing. It was embarrassing to her how she couldn't even conjure her own fire.

"She does look...disagreeable." Blizzard agreed. She was only really half paying attention to Sullivan. The cold look the Lantern was giving was enough to make her skirmish, so she did her best to focus on other members of the team, giving halfhearted waves to the few she knew.

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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Fishing4Infinity on 4/1/2011, 9:23 pm

As Casey stood idly by, listening to the conversation between his aunt and cousins but choosing not to engage, he couldn't help but jump a little at the sight of two illuminating Green Lanterns descending upon the group. "Oh wow.." he whispered to himself. Though he had never seen a Lantern in person before, it wasn't like he didn't know who they were! The color pattern of their suits was enough to give away who they were, and, well, the fact that they were pretty much glowing green from head to toe. One of those rather obvious traits.

Casey took a moment to access the situation, glancing over at the two before he introduced himself. Both heroes looked like they could take him down without even batting an eyelash, especially the big man. His mother always told him to be wary of strangers, but, considering where he was and what they were all here to do, Casey decided to take a chance. Making friends was also something his mother urged him to do, and he planned on sticking to his parents teachings. So, straightening up, Casey strolled over to the Green Lanterns and said; "Hi there!" holding his head up high, Casey stuck out his hand in greeting to Sully. "Name's Case-*ahem* I mean uh... Recon."


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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Tizmael on 4/1/2011, 9:59 pm

Sullivan stood aloofly at Guy’s side, the slight jade glow of her eyes flaring for a moment as she surveyed the building before them. She would not turn her head, but covertly she had been observing the families and other kids as well, feeling an irate tug at her gut as she noticed how young everyone was. God, they were all kids, babies. She was probably the only 18 year old there; already the dread of babysitting duty began to weigh on her already stretched nerves.

“The Oan’s tricked me….They sent me here to work at a daycare center”

Guy snorted, his shoulders jerking for a moment as he reached up to cup his hand over his mouth. Although he still didn’t give a sh*t about what anyone thought or felt about his words or actions, time had taught the Top Lantern that most people didn’t necessarily enjoy being teased or made fun of. The red haired man turned his head as a boy strode towards them, one brow quirked as an amused smile played over the superior Lanterns face. He gave the distracted brunette an elbow to the ribs to get her attention.

“Hey, Sully. Be nice to these kids alright? You’re a Green Lantern; you got an image and a rep to protect just from wearing that ring.”

“Right, no bullying the toddlers I got it.”

The teen turned her head as she heard the greeting; she stiffly turned to face Casey, her critical eyes roving over him for a moment before she stepped away from her escort. She waited for him to keep speaking or make a gesture and when he held his hand up she reached out with her own, grasping the boy’s firmly and giving it a few shakes.

“Hello Recon, I am Cadet Sullivan Danver of the Green Lantern Corps.”

Her tone was harsh and rigid, much like her posture and how tightly she gripped Casey’s hand with her own. It could be noticed that she had shook his hand with her right; the ring she cherished was firmly placed over her middle finger on her left. She wasn’t ready to let any of these people get close to her ring yet, if ever. Sullivan released Recon’s hand and let her own fall back to her side, she gave her head a nod in Guy’s direction.

“This is Green Lantern; Guy Gardner.”

The man said nothing but gave an amused grunt in Sullivan’s direction. The brunette felt her eyebrow twitched and she gave a quick glare at her superior, much to his continued amusement. He may not be one for protocol, but Sullivan observed the rules of military etiquette. The fact that he didn’t however was part of his charm (she supposed) and possibly she would not have him be any other way. Sullivan considered the fact that she should probably try to at least be cordial to the people she would be working with, so with a weary sigh the teen gave Casey a weak smile.
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Re: Teen Titans: Generations

Post by Vandal on 4/1/2011, 10:01 pm

Abby wrote:(Thanks. And, the wait to see Gale only tells me you have an epic opening ready for her, I assume? )
(She is introduced at night so I can't post for her until night time comes around. But I dunno about epic.)

"If that was true, you wouldn't have called me."

Dick got up from his chair, switched from land-line business phone to cellphone, and headed to the elevator still talking to Nicole, taking a quick glance to look at the time. It's not like he didn't expect what Nicole had said to him, "But hey, that's good, you can drop by to see your siblings and mother, if you plan to stay over night you'll get to see your old man. I'm gonna head off to bed soon. Can't break old habits. It's pretty late for my standards. Being Nocturnal and all." Dick replied entering the Batcave's elevator, pushing ground floor, the doors closed and the pod began to zoom to the top, his ears popping he knew he couldn't hear Nicole as well as he use to and the popping didn't really help so he continued to talk.

"And about joining Batman Inc. You're wrong. You don't have enough information to solve the mystery as much as Oracle does. So stop beating around the bush and tell me the real reason why you don't want to be apart of the corporation."

The elevator reached the top in mere seconds, and Dick yawned to both pop his ears back and just because he was so tired. It was strange how being Batman so easily turned from a privilege to a job. Actually that's not so easy, but this had to have been the first time Dick ever felt that way about being Batman. At least Barbara's job as Commissioner of police was actually a job. Maybe being Batman was sort of like being a better officer. Maybe it was just more backup. Maybe it was nothing more. And just then Dick was finally content of the decision he had made.


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Post by Fishing4Infinity on 4/2/2011, 3:20 pm

Recon returned the vice like grip with one of his own, maintaining eye contact with his new, smaller friend. "Nice to meetcha', Sullivan." he smiled broadly in response to her weak grin. A smile a day keep's the inner demons at bay. Like both his parents, he enjoyed making people smile, even if smallest of them. "You as well, Mr. Gardner. Now that we got all those pleasantries out of the way, I gotta say that it is an honor to be in the present of two Green Lanterns!" he told them, having the typical fan-boy reaction. "Does that mean you're gonna be one of the Titans?" he asked Sully. "I don't think you'll be a Titan, Mr. Gardner, cause like, you're older. Not saying you're old or anything, just that like, ya know.. Uhm." Recon was trying not offend the Superior lantern, Turning back to Sully, he managed to keep his cool. "So, yeah. New Titan?"

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Post by Tizmael on 4/2/2011, 8:17 pm

The two just stared at the excitable boy. Sully couldn’t help the swell of pride she felt at the behavior, that’s right she was a Green Lantern! She was magnificent!


“Well I-“


“Actually, she’s not a Lantern yet. Just a cadet, so the only real Green Lantern you’re talkin’ to is me Kid."


And of course, Guy had to crush that pride like an infant rabbit under a steel toed boot. The brunette was just glad she hadn’t physically smirked at Recon, that’d make the whole thing even more humiliating. Sullivan cast a haughty expression at her smirking superior, her left hand rising up ever so slightly to give off a threatening glow from her ring before huffing and letting her hand flop back down to her side. Guy seemed rather amused by this but did not pay it any heed; he was too busy chuckling at Recons frantic attempt at trying not to insult him.

Guy crossed his arms over his impressive chest, looking over to Sullivan and back to Recon. As amused as he was he did have other places to be, the only reason he was sticking around was in case the former Boy Wonder had anything to tell him. He highly doubted it, but still he had a responsibility to his charge, she was a pain in his ass, but a good kid. He watched the confident cadet gesture flippantly at him; obviously she wanted to get back at him for his little jib at her rank.


“Guy can barely function on his own, let alone in a team. But yeah, if things look alright I plan on joining the team.”


“Hey! I function!”


Sullivan tried not to grin as Guy gave an indignant snort, jerking his head away and glaring off at nothing. The young cadet made a waving gesture at him with her ring hand and took a step closer to Recon to try and express that she was officially having a conversation with him now. Before it was just sorta her humoring him, but he wasn’t that annoying, so she decided that she could withstand talking to him.

“Besides, I traveled half-way across a galaxy to get here. Would be a bit ridiculous to just show up for the sake of it.”
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Post by Vandal on 4/3/2011, 12:33 am

(Red, let me know if I have to edit. I'm just really fuzzy on a lot of what's actually going on so just let me know.)

Dick sat in his car pushing the button to ignite it's engines. "Right, and I also train men and women to become Batman and Batwoman each and every day. I'll see you soon Nicole. Keep in touch." Dick sighed clicked his phone off and pushing it into his pocket. Then he began his usual eighteen minute drive back to his father's mansion. No matter how long he lived at Wayne Manor, he still couldn't shake from his mind that the mansion belonged to Bruce. He still hasn't changed the name from Wayne Manor to Grayson Mansion, and he never intended to.

When Dick arrived at Wayne Manor, he entered and greeted Terry at the door. He was use to seeing Wintergreen at the door, and to see this fresh new face was hard to adapt to. It took him a while to adapt to Wintergreen when Alfred had passed away. It was just one of those things he had to get use to.

"Good afternoon Terrance."
"Afternoon, Mr. Grayson."
"Where's Barbara?"
"Left in the morning. Should be in her office as usual."
"As usual. How're the kids?"
"Alice is asleep and Bruce is working on his homework."
"Asleep? What has she been getting into?"
"Major Cardio Workouts everyday. I think she's concerned about her figure... you know how teenagers get. That and I think she's been staying up late studying math and science. So can I leave? I've got some catching up to do."
"Catching up?"
"I have a life Mr. Grayson."
"Yes, I'm aware of your cape and cowl."
"Oh slag! I bust my ass for you! I dumped Dana for this! Heck I even baby sit your-"

Dick held up his hand and smiled at Terry. He knew he wouldn't be acting up or calling him Mr. Grayson so formally if he hadn't known that Cheyenne Freemont had just come in from her last mission. They were partners, but Terry's place was at Gotham while Cheyenne was filling in at Bludhaven. Today was the day she was coming back. It seemed to be a small reunion for the Batman Family.

"Don't worry about it Terry. You're covered go have fun for now. But if you're called, you know you have no choice." Dick expressed firmly going in as Terry left.
"Schway!"
"Later, Terry."


Oracle faced her comatose induced friend and circled her in her wheelchair as best she could. Karmy, silent, pregnant in a bed hooked up to an IV filled with Gatorade, her heartbeats being monitored vigilantly, and her newborn sleeping silently in her arms: things began to race through her head. She was on her "break" as Oracle. She would seldom get breaks from helping out Batman Inc. but when she did she would savor ever moment. She wanted to talk to her friend because that's also another thing she seldom had the chance to do. Now she was in a coma, in her medical room, she could tell her whatever the hell she wanted without being interrupted! Joy!

"Did you know Gatorade bottles use to be made out of glass? They switched to plastic after sports players started throwing them at opposing team players. Also, an average of twelve newborns will be given to the wrong parents daily. So be careful with that. Did you know that jellyfish are 95% water? Clouds are 95% water too. So are jellyfish and clouds related? Oh by the way about that baby or whatever, if you're worrying about your thighs, the human thigh bones are stronger than concrete. I don't know what that has to do with your baby, I just thought you'd might like to know for some reason or another. Clans of long ago that wanted to get rid of their unwanted people without killing them use to burn their houses down - hence the expression 'to get fired.' Armored knights raised their visors to identify themselves when they rode past their king. This custom has become the modern military salute. An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. All of the clocks in the movie "Pulp Fiction" are stuck on 4:20. A pig's orgasm usually lasts for thirty minutes. The three best-known western names in China: Jesus Christ, Richard Nixon, and Elvis Presley. There are two-hundred ninety-three ways to make change for a dollar I've counted. When snakes are born with two heads, they fight each other for food. Two-thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in New Jersey. The name Wendy was made up for the book Peter Pan, so no one was ever named Wendy until after Peter Pan was released. It was discovered on a space mission that a frog can throw up. The frog throws up its stomach first, so the stomach is dangling out of its mouth. Then the frog uses its forearms to dig out all of the stomach's contents and then swallows the stomach back down again. Also I think I read too much for my own good, but damn is it strange how things are in the modern world we live in today? Anyway... I should probably head back to work. Batman Incorporated and such, you know how the deal goes. I enjoyed this talk. Later Karmy. I'll come back to check up on you and the crying nutsack every now and then."

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Post by Rinisa on 4/3/2011, 8:17 pm

(I laughed the entire time I read Oracle's rambling.)

Roy Gallen stepped forward, beside his wife and children. Was he sad to lose his children to the grips of crime? Yes. Was he going to enjoy the alone time with his wife? Completely. Of course, before he left his two behind, there were a few things to straighten out.

"Aurelia. Impress. Whatever." He demanded, turning his daughter around to face him. "Let's get one thing straight. I see any boy with you, I am going to get my chainsaw and cut off his-..." He paused and looked expectantly at his wife. Best not to say something like that. It'd just give her ideas. "Let's just not have any boys hanging off of you, mmk?" He nudged her forward and turned to his son.

"Alright, son. You're more than old enough now to get going and get out there. Stop being so quiet in your little corner." He gave him a firm punch on the back. "Stand up straight. Girls don't like hunchbacks. Look everyone straight in the eye. Be tough, brave. Girls totally eat that up. You're a man, now, right. Act like one." He was expecting a lot out of his son. "And...and...Um..." He rubbed his chin. What else should he know? What did he have trouble with when he was 14? "When it comes to girls: The bigger the rack, the harder she'll smack. " He winced, remembering a particularly painful date. "And when you talk to girls, always sound like you know what you're talking about. Especially when you don't."

So he had a double standard. Roy Gallen was shamelessly proud of it.

His wife cleared her throat expectantly and gave him the evil eye. He pouted like a scolded puppy and retreated to his wife's side. "Scratch that. Just listen to your mother and you'll be fine." He glanced at Aurelia. "Not you, though. I seriously will cut off his-"

A car honked somewhere and blocked out the final word.

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Post by TheDeceiverGod on 4/4/2011, 11:44 pm

Winslow rubbed his chin, brushing his finger tips over the rough growth there as he eyed the board. “Do you know what the first rule of this game is…” he reached forward and raised one of the red checkers, placing it forward just one space, “Mr. Manheim?” Across the table, sitting quiet casually on his sofa was the boss of bosses, the one the only, the singular leader of both Intergang and the Religion of Crime, Mr. Bruno Manheim.

The massive man occupied one and one half seats on the rich leather couch. The behemoth mobster leaned forward lightly, just causally moving one of the black checkers. “What might that be Winslow?” He sounded bored, but he almost always sounded bored, at least these days something about Earth just wasn’t as, stimulating anymore.

“The same rule as every game, Mr. Manheim.” Toyman returned his hand to his chin, rubbing at the prickly hairs there as he thought. “Planning Mr. Manheim, planning.” He raised his head, looking up from the game board, the lights of Manheim’s high-rise office catching on them as he looked across to the crime boss.

Manheim leaned back on the sofa and stretching his long arms out along the back, “Planning Mr. Schott?” He was still bored with the conversation, but being cordial at least.

Winslow looked back down to the board, leaning forward to move one red piece near the edge. “Planning is the first rule of every game, Mr. Manheim.”

“Do tell Winslow.” Manheim watched the move from where he leaned, bringing one of his large hands to brush down his mustache before moving forward and making his own move.

“Well, in any game played against an opponent, and those are the only games really worth playing, planning ahead of your opponent is how you win. If you can predict the flow of events further, or more accurately than your opponent, then you have the advantage.” Winslow removed his glasses, and took a bright purple cloth from his breast pocket and proceeding to clean his glasses to a bright shine before restoring them. “Where as if you let your opponent plan ahead of you, you are at a disadvantage.” He tucked the purple cloth down into his pocket, leaning in and jumping one red piece over a black piece. “The same is true of life.”

Manheim actually smiled, just for a second, before leaning in, resting his elbows on his massive knees and knitting his fingers together between his legs. “How is that Winslow?” He eyed the board for a moment before moving a black piece forward.

Toyman smiled back. “If you let someone else accurately predict your actions, they have the advantage over you… If they know what you’re going to do, than they might as well control you.” He made his move quickly and carefully, shifting another red piece forward.

“I’m not so sure Winslow. Control is a strong word, and there’s always the unexpected.” Manheim reached forward and picked up a black piece, skipping it over two of Winslow’s red.

Toyman leaned back rubbing his thumb across the rough growth beneath his chin. “Perhaps, perhaps, but take yourself for example, Mr. Manheim. I’d expect you have a half dozen moves in mind for this very game, I’d wager even if I cheated, not that I would, you would have a plan for that as well… what would it be I wonder? Play through and see if I continue? Call me out on it? Or maybe just shoot me?”

“One way to find out Winslow.” Manheim gave a deep throaty chuckle and smirked across the checkerboard to the redheaded toymaker.

Winslow returned a toothy smile, and shared the laugh, making his move quite honestly. “Still, I doubt you’ve gotten to where you are without knowing how to plan, Mr. Manheim.”

Manheim actually laughed, open mouthed and from deep in his chest. “Ha-ha ha… Hardly.” He made a quick move, pushing a black piece up with the tip of his finger.

Toyman brushed down his mustache, looking the board over before leaning back in the matching sofa and rubbing at the back of his neck. “Of course, it was planning that brought you to failure the first time.”

“Oh?” For a moment, for just an instant there was the slightest inflection in Bruno Manheim’s voice. He was interested.

“Yes.” Toyman smirked a little, rolling his neck from side to side. “Back in the day, an honest criminal couldn’t make an honest buck, so to speak.” The scot smiled. “Between the costumed heroes, and Interpol, a man could hardly get from Metropolis to Central City without being pulled over and arrested for ten outstanding warrants.” Winslow leaned in, and took one of Manheim’s black pieces. “But then, you came up with the answers didn’t you?” He looked up holding Manheim’s checker piece in his hand. “You gave the world, Intergang.”

Manheim chuckled, just as deep as before, but this time, less serious somehow, it was an interesting memory for him. The behemoth reached out and simply moved another black piece into place. “I did.”

“But, you see, you never planned for Superman and his, Super-pals.” Winslow almost spat, rolling the black checker between his fingers. “You formed Intergang to be the answer to Interpol, not planning on having to deal with the Super-friends, and within a year all your hard work was broken in half and you yourself were sent into hiding.” The Toyman pushed a red piece forward, after setting the black checker in his stack.

“I remember Winslow.” Manheim jumped a couple of Toyman’s pieces and leaned back into his seat.

“But now, you’re back.” Winslow licked his finger tip, and jumped one of Manhiem’s checkers. “And this time, you’ve planned better.” He smiled across the game board to the man nearly twice his size on the other side. “Intergang is more profitable now than it ever was before… and even better, the police don’t even know we’re back. You’ve got all these criminals working completely under the radar, and making you very, very rich.” A slow toothy grin spread between his lips.

“I do.” Manheim chuckled, tilting his head to one side and eyeing the game from the edge of his vision. He sat forward and jumped two of Toyman’s checkers. “King me Winslow.” He chuckled again, smiling slightly, and was soon joined by Toyman’s erratic laughter.
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Post by redeagle321 on 4/5/2011, 9:00 pm

Time: 1205

Rex figured that, while they were waiting for Tim, he might as well talk to some of the other people there. He noticed his cousin, Casey, talking to The Grene lanterns and didn't want to intrude on that one. The next closest person happened to be the tall stringy guy with the black hair, with a face severe enough to give a snake convulsions. He recognized the kid from somewhere, but exactly where didn't spring to mind. Ah well, that was neither here nor there. He trotted up to him and, as was customary, punched him in the forearm, giving quick. "Yo." Izzy looked around for a bit, confused. "Oh, hey. Didin't see you down there." He said innocently enough when he finally saw him. He never knew what hit him when Rex said the next thing;

"You callin' me short, you overgrown giant!? Say it again, I'll beat you with your own legs and THEN we'll see who's short!!" He raved. Izzy just stared at him for a second, unsure what to make of his diminutive fuming ally. "What..... is your..... problem....?" he managed to ask finally. Izzy's grandfather managed to sneak in a facepalm at the sight of the two quarreling teenagers. Izzy and Rex went back and forth for another second or two before Mr. THompson stepped in between them about to scold them. However, he was beat to the punch by an unexpected arrival. The new person looked at the two sternly. "C'mon, knock it off. This how you think you two should be acting on your first day?" The man asked. He was tall, his black hair slightly greying, and carried himself with a lax posture. Everyone here knew who he was- Tim Drake.

Needless to say, Rex and Izzy settled down when their future mentor told them to knock it off. Tim sighed and looked at the group gathered before him. It seemed like all ten of the titans he requested were here, save for his neice. But he supposed that one couldn't be helped- her dad had said no, and he knew better then to try and change Batman's mind once it had been made up, expecially about his daughter. "Looks like everbody is here." he said, looking at the crowd as he strolled up the steps. He hated to interupt, it looked like everyone was having a moment with their folks or something of that nature. But still, he wanted to get this going as quickly as possible. "So, everybody ready?" He asked the crowd, waiting patiently for them to wrap up ther business. He waited a minuite or two for them to finish before turning to the doors of the tower. "In that case.... come with me." He said, turning to the tower and opening the doors to the building. The interior floor was comprised mainly of black stones, the celing far above their heads, the sun filtering in and refleting through the dark tinted windows.

"Welcome to the Solar Tower."

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Post by Rinisa on 4/5/2011, 9:24 pm

(Loverly post, Red!)

Heatwave stifled an excited squeal when they finally entered the Solar Power, dragging her sister in behind her by the hand. Not only did she just spot Tim Drake, Boy Wonder from, like, a thousand years ago, but she was seeing the inside of a tower comprised of solar panels. The panels were completely black and gave her a negative vibe, but she was still enjoying it.

Blizzard was perhaps enjoying it even more. Any doubts she had were flew out the window when she realized what her new living quarters were. "Whoa." She said, breathing in sharply. Here she was, surrounded by her new teammates in her new home. A new start was on the horizon.

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Post by Vandal on 4/5/2011, 10:59 pm

Sneaking up behind Nicole, spying on her, eying her every move. Studying her. He peered through rose bushes and silently made his approach on her. Slowly... slowly. Sniffing the air ever so gently so he can't be heard, he made his advance upon his prey. Armed to the teeth, crouching, his sharp black hair glistened in the sunlight. He was getting hot but he resisted, ignored it. It was too precious to pass up. If he made one sound, it would spoil everything and he would get caught. Punished. In no doubt a cruel fashion. No time left, he had to attack before Master Dick came to the door. A battle cry and he pounced on Nicole, forcing his paws down on her shoulder to keep her down and prevent her from moving. His barks were menacing and when Master came out he could plead not guilt on the account of not seeing Nicole for a long time and assuming it was a stranger. Barking ferociously in her face, Dick opened the door and told Ace, the Bathound; "Down boy! Get off her!" He shooed. "He probably doesn't recognize you Nicole, must have thought you were a stranger. It's been a while since you've been here." Dick smiled weakly helping his daughter up and giving her a soft hug.

Dick walked in, Ace promptly at his side. "If you're looking for a nice place to crash, you don't have to worry. We haven't turned your room into a boxing room just yet." He almost mentioned expecting her to follow him in. "Terry was just around. No doubt excited to jump at the chance for some downtime with your daughter."

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Post by Vandal on 4/5/2011, 11:48 pm

Dick closed the door behind Nicole, noting that she didn't bring in any bags just yet. Maybe she was staying, maybe she wasn't. Either way, he was just happy to see her in person again.

"Everything in Gotham has been going smoothly. With Batman Incorporated, we might actually be facing Bruce Wayne's promise to his parents. Alice is excelling in her passions toward a musical studies, she even got accepted to Juilliard. She really is a bright kid, getting into college so soon. And Bruce has been trying his hardest, he really has, but he's not really going anywhere. He seems kind of lazy at times, but when he wants something, and he sets his mind to it; there's nothing that's getting in his way. I just want him to focus his brights to an education."

Dick was skillfully leading Nicole to the kitchen where, he had—in the most manly and masculine way possible—prepared some pie and coffee to eat over as they engaged in conversation about life. Catching up. Maybe she wanted to hear about Damian... but truth was, he didn't even know where he was now.

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Post by Vandal on 4/6/2011, 12:23 am

Dick eyed the pie and waved at Nicole to put down the sugar. He opened the fridge and went about looking through the cabinates. "It's meat pie." He said displaying a bottle of ketchup. "It goes well with this stuff." He smiled as he showcased the bottle in a goofy "Grayson" like manner. "So you're going to tell me what's been going on in your life?"

Dick was trying his hardest not to mention Batman Incorporated anymore. Little battles. He could do this. "I haven't talked to you in months. How has it been? Find a new boyfriend yet?"

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Post by Vandal on 4/6/2011, 9:41 am

Dick sat there for a moment, blinked, and pretended to regain consciousness. "I'm sorry, Nicole, you have really gotta slow down when you talk. I just have the hardest time trying to keep up with you when you talk faster that a chipmunk on yapper steroids. The only thing I actually picked up on.. was the Damian thing.. uh. Yeah. Yeah, he's doing fine. He said he'll be back in a couple of weeks or.. something like that." Dick was lying but he knew all the basic lying techniques. He kept as calm as he was talking about how his life was going and just mentioned it as normal as possible, kept steady and confident body language. A lie detector couldn't get to him. Sure he trained the best, but it was only because he was trained by the best.

Skills like lowering your heart-rate came in handy more often than not in his years as a vigilant crime fighter of the night, when he had to play dead and when his enemies tried to feel his pulse, he needed an extra element of surprise. Lying was another way. But this lie was only to help Nicole ease her longing with Damian. If there was one thing about Dick, even though their relationship was dwindling, he always wanted what was best for her.

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Post by Vandal on 4/6/2011, 6:47 pm

Dick didn't smile, it looked like it at first, but he was merely stretching his lips across his face. It looked neutral, almost emotionless. What happened between Nicole and Damian that brought them so tightly together? In law, he was technically her uncle, but they were only one year apart. The fact that that didn't creep either of them out had to say something. Though that did entertain the question, where on earth was Damian Wayne? Oracle was trying her best to locate him. His last contact was somewhere in Korea's region. Damian must have activated the self destruct in his chopper to leave an evidence-incriminating free mark. That only gave Dick hope that Damian was still alive, but it only made it harder to track him. But he had to focus now. Alice was asleep and Bruce was studying. They were good kids. But still, they were kids. The only thing Dick wanted for them was not to follow their parent's footsteps in crimefighting. This would be the first generation not to follow Bruce Wayne's path in The Batman Family. And it was all thanks to Batman Incorporated.

"They're in their rooms. Alice is sleeping... Bruce is studying." Dick said wearily. He was tired. Really tired. But he had time for his daughter, he wanted to spend time with her until they were both too tired to talk. "You want to go see them or something?"

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Post by TheDeceiverGod on 4/7/2011, 1:16 am

A sleek black limousine slowed to a stop in front of a tall grey building in lower downtown Metropolis. The midday traffic breezed by as a tall man in a long black coat stepped out. He took a grey fedora from his coat and tilted his head back, looking up the wall of the towering building in front of him as he sat the hat atop his head and flicked his coat collar up high. The limousine dropped its passenger off and returned to the gentle flow of traffic and the man in the heavy coat tipped his hat down, heading inside.

“Mr. Manheim.” A young blonde man in a dark suit stood hands folded neatly in front of him just beyond the sofa where his employer sat. “Mr. Denetto here to see you.”

Manheim silently raised his hand, before looking up from the checker board. “I’m afraid I’ll have to take a rain check on the game Winslow.” He lowered his hand and sat forward, adjusting his tie and suit after standing up.

“That’s fine, Mr. Manheim.” Toyman leaned back in his seat, sighing lightly and setting his own hands on his legs. “I was losing anyway. Perhaps next time Mr. Manheim.”

Bruno nodded to Winslow, before turning stepping around and out of the nook containing the twin sofa, and after a short stride across the width of the long office, and opened the dark door to the adjoining room. Smaller and darker than the main office, the room was once a bedroom before the crime lord had bought out the whole floor. Now it was a simple back-room lounge, a small wet bar built into the far wall, a small futon couch in place of where the bed would’ve been, a pair of tables on either side of it, and a tall man in a long black coat and grey fedora looking out the wall of mirrored windows opposite the couch.

“Stitches,” Manheim smiled, “how is Gotham these days?” The heavy man closed the door behind him.

“Not so great.” Johnny Stitches turned to face the boss of bosses; the dark haired man’s face was a mutilated mishmash of different parts, all currently screwed up into a sickly sneer. “Can’t hardly cross the street without some bat-brat or bird-babe jumping on your back.”

“Mmh…” Manheim strolled across the small room to the bar at the far side, “care for a drink?”

“Please.” Denetto’s voice shook in his throat, coming out garbled and broken, as he looked back out the window lightly. “Nice city you’ve got here Mr. Manheim, sunny.”

The great crime lord chuckled softly, swiftly mixing pouring two malt whiskies and dropping in a few cubes of ice from the adjacent mini-fridge before turning and handing one to his disfigured subordinate. “Interesting that you would say that Johnny,” he took a light sip of his drink.

Stitches took his drink and raised his blonde eyebrow. “Yeah? What makes you say that?”

“I was just thinking.” Manheim said with a light smile, turning his side to his subordinate and looking out the large windows to survey the city, they weren’t high enough to see over the roof tops, but you could still see the traffic busying about on the streets far below and see the sun sparkling off the well cleaned windows of the other towers. “Perhaps it’s time you had a change of scenery. How would you like to come be my hand here in Metropolis?”

Stitches swirled the ice around his glass. “I’d be honored sir, but, what would I do around here?”

“You’ve been running my operations in Gotham for some time now, haven’t you? I’m sure given sometime to acclimate yourself you’d do quite well here.” Bruno mused over his malt whisky lightly, taking another sip before looking back out to the cityscape behind an inch of glass. “Besides, with the Black Mask moving the bulk of his smuggling operations to Hobbes’ Bay, I could use a lesion with a few… scars.”

“Roman Sionis doesn’t share our creed as, deeply, as I would like, but he does have his own, faith of sorts. His kind respects those who wear their pain.” Manheim down the last of his whisky, watching the edge of the city for what of it he could see. “The job is yours if you want it, but you would have to work with a psychopath.”

“That won’t be a problem sir.” Johnny watched his reflection in his drinking glass, distorted and warped by the shapes of the imitation crystal. “We’ve both met worse than Roman Sionis.” The sew man smirked and sipped the last of his own drink.

“We have at that.” Manheim smiled.
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Post by Fishing4Infinity on 4/7/2011, 6:26 pm

Recon couldn't help but snicker at the bickering Lanterns. "hey, you got the ring on your finger, so I say that you're a Green Lantern regardless." he smiled at Sully, siding with her since thy were more or likely going to be working together from now on. When he heard her say that she had been in outer space, he couldn't help but say; "You've been in outer freakin' space?!" he nearly yelled in her face, but held some restraint. "Oh man that's awesome! Have you ever punched a comet? Or, oh! Have you ever seen Haley's comet?! Or-" 

That went on for a while until the stern voice of Tim Drake stopped the boys constant questioning. "Well, guess it's time to go in." he said, quieting down to look up at their new leader. Time to start a new life. "You ready?" He didn't know whether he was talking to Sully, or himself.

(Sorry for the late and crappy post guys... Been real sick..)

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Post by Tizmael on 4/7/2011, 7:30 pm

Sullivan had actually winced at the rapid fire questions, her nose crinkling as she tilted her head back and hunched her shoulders, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from shouting very aggressive expletives into Recons face. Luckily he was saved from her ire by the appearance of Tim Drake.

The man really meant nothing to the brunette cadet, she’d never heard of him before. She was a Metropolis girl after all; the only thing that ever came out of Gotham as far as she was aware was Batman, Robin and the Joker. And all of those were met with less than positive reactions by the Metropolis population as a whole.

Guy Gardner looked over to Tim and gave a quick shrug, stepping up to the two teens and placing his hand on Sully’s shoulder. He pulled her around to look at him before taking a step back, lifting his hand off her as if she had snapped at him for the physical contact.


“Listen up Cadet!”


“Sir?”


“I’m gonna head out, a GL flyin’ about isn’t really covert, and I’d probably only give ol’ Timmy a stroke if I stayed…So once you get debriefed you contact the Guardians, make your report and erm…I dunno…kick ass.”


Sully felt awkward, discomfort evitable by the way she shifted away from the Superior Lantern, as if he had just told her about his hemorrhoids or something. The cadet nodded her head, going into attention in giving the red head a hearty salute.


“Sir, yes Sir.”


Guy Gardner gave her another hard clap on the shoulder, jostling the teen out of her salute before he lifted up into the air. He adjusted his position mid-air before taking off, a thick green streak fading into the sky above.

Cadet Sullivan Danver was finally on her own, it weighed on her a bit but she lacked any real distress for her situation. She quickly turned back to Recon, simply nodding at his question about being 'ready' and walking ahead to follow the others into the building. She remained silent, eyes fixated on the people ahead of her as she passed through the doors, she was tempted to wait for Recon but he’d catch up, and she didn’t know him well enough to really care if he did


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Post by Fishing4Infinity on 4/8/2011, 12:28 am

Recon couldn't help but stare up at the massive building before entering the fancy big doors. The golden windows reflected the sun nicely and his own eyes momentarily flashed to a color exactly like them, without the illuminating shine of course. Though he was quite tall for his age, Recon couldn't help but feel small as he stood under the building, feeling almost like a young boy again. The corners of his mouth turned up as he wondered if this was how his mother felt when she first joined the titans, or if his father felt this way on his first day of joining the police force. But with these thoughts, Recons smile dropped. With a heavy sigh, he came back around to his senses and looked to see his new friend, Sully, heading inside. "Hey wait up!" he snapped his fingers and portaled right next to her. "Tryin tto ditch me, eh?"

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Post by Tizmael on 4/8/2011, 1:22 am

Sullivan didn’t seem to like that whole ‘portal’ thing very much. She jumped as her concentration faltered at the sudden voice right next to her. She looked over at Recon and frowned for a moment, almost as if she didn’t recognize him before she lifted one shapely eyebrow up towards her hairline.

“Oh uhm….No not really. I was just trying to catch up with everyone else and you’re slow”

Never once did her stride break, simply staggering when he had surprised her. The brunette reached over and gave the boy a quick punch to the shoulder, it was a little bit harder then she had meant it to be but there was some real annoyance behind it. She played that off with a smug smile and began to walk faster; they were rather far behind the others. Although the building was rather magnificent, Sullivan had seen better. She had seen things sculpted by gods, so as magnificent as it was she wasn't exactly as awe struck as her fellow future Titans seemed to be. It was a pretty tower she’d learn to call home (for the time being) but really her attention was on other things.

Namely Tim. It had been awhile since she’d seen a man of her own species that she didn’t consider a superior officer or brotherly friend, although the whole superior officer thing was bound to change if this Tim Drake proved to be a competent leader. Sully scrunched up her nose as unwanted thoughts bombarded her normally rigid, job oriented train of though. She disgustedly buried those girlish thoughts deep, deep in the back of her mind. She instead turned to Recon and gestured with her ring hand to all the others gathered a little bit ahead of them.


“You know any of these clowns?”


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